Transparente [English translation]

Like water from the fountain...

My hand is transparent

to my grandma's winsdom

Between earth and heaven,

my black grandma knew how to tell

Things about destiny.

The sea before my eyes flows

into rivers of this desire in me,

The desire of those, born to sing

This Tejo, as beautiful as the Zambéze,

Is inspiration for so many songs

That I even envy Lisbon, for living so close to it

I see a braid of hair

And the warm tune of fado

in a shawl of snails

Like a fairytale,

Drums are guitars

And palm-trees are sunflowes

My black grandma knew how

To read secrets about the one's destiny...

By a mere look in the eyes

If life wants it or not

God told the witch

That I was born to sing